With parking at a premium we congregate outside the door A sprinkling soft rain is just a prosy to ignore Through chatter barely spoken our credentials lay undone “No I didn’t know herself, but I played football with her son”

My uncle’s Datsun Cherry was a marvel to behold For every journeys gambit brought adventure to the fold Back then its grim arrival meant I’d instantly loose hope My poor teenage indignation found it very hard to cope